#Beaded Rope Necklace

[msbarrows]

I bought myself a pretty beaded rope necklace, and I need to show it off for at least partially fandom reasons. Because I was largely unaware of beaded rope jewellery until reading pprfath's (@wordsformurder) excellent Naughty Hookers series (Teen Wolf fandom, in which Stiles is the owner of a craft store and Peter Hale is the guardian for his young niblings, including newly crochet-obsessed kid Derek).

Anyway, there's a timestamp fic of Laura trying out different crafts over time, and eventually seeing and trying beaded rope work, and that turning out to be her crafting thing. Beautiful little story. So of course I then had to go look up what beaded rope jewellery (also known as bead crochet) looks like and... nice. Some of it is garish and some of it is gorgeous and of course also everything in between. It's also vaguely familiar, in that way that means that I had probably seen it before; I suspect there may have been a brief fad for it in the late 60s or early 70s when I was a kid. Maybe. So on and off for the last few years I've been looking at examples of it online and thinking of maybe buying myself a bracelet or necklace, if I ever spotted a piece I liked enough.

Recently this necklace turned up in an Etsy search, by an artist in the Ukraine, and I LOVED the colours and felt sure they'd go well with my peacock scarf from last year (which as the picture shows they clearly do). Of course I can never look at it without thinking of that particular story (and series), either.

[sterluvindia]

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

🏖️ shore’s celebration outfit 🎉

Yes, I am 100% aware it’s weeks before the actual event drops but 🙂‍↕️ I’m so hype for it that I started doodling and ended up with a design I’m pretty happy with. Can’t say I’m satisfied with the colors (it’s way too much compared to what the canon characters are wearing), but I guess I can claim “it works for her specifically” because usually Miss Raven’s outfits stand out from the others in some way. This is to help signify that she’s from “outside the story” or is an oddity at NRC.

I pulled inspiration from both Ariel and Ursula (well, Vanessa). The hair shape is inspired by both Vanessa's waves and the general silhouette of Ariel's. The big bow in the back is similar to the one Ariel wears on her date with Eric. You can't see it from the front, but the bow is secured with a golden clasp in the shape of the tiara on Ariel’s wedding dress look.

Raven's earrings are the same shape as Ursula's, and she wears a golden spiral shell necklace similar to Ursula's as well. The difference is that Raven's is on a string of pearls (similar to Rook’s). I wanted to incorporate a lot of pearls, which is why you'll see it beading her big hair bow (forming a pseudo-fish scale design) and dotting her skirt. The coral bracelet on her right hand also has pearls (like Riddle’s), and the silver ring on her left hand has pearls too. The pearl ring is actually a callback to an ancient post when a Jade roleplayer gifted Miss Raven a promise ring.

I originally also wanted to give her an oyster and pearl corsage, but then I realized Malleus already had one 😅 so I skipped it… It was probably for the best, it might have made her top look too crowded.

Her dress is a combination of Ariel's shipwreck dress and Vanessa's normal outfit, wedding dress, and the live action Vanessa's doll. There is netting incorporated into her big bow, as well as a rope-like ribbon securing her center. The pattern on the hem of her dress also resembles netting, but doubles in creating the illusion of mermaid scales. I also gave her wedges with straps that resemble rope. The shape of the dress is very close to Vanessa's wedding dress, save for a few added ruffles. The topmost layer of her skirt opens in the middle and is bunched off to resemble a mermaid's tail. She also has a removable violet cloak, similar to what Vanessa wore on her first appearance along the seashore. I thought it was a good reference to include, and it suits Raven's character since she tends to be mostly covered up. (The dress is strapless!)

The colors are inspired by Ariel's green tail, purple seashell bra (+ Vanessa's dress), and red hair. Again, probably too colorful of a look compared to the canon characters, but I think it makes her stand out in a good(ish) way.

Jade and Riddle’s suits are mostly black, while Malleus and Rook’s looks are white/cream with black accents. Miss Raven can be the other extreme for the group (mostly cream/white and with a lot more color), ie the “light” to the dark. It suits her www

[thebumblebeesworld]

A • BLOSSOMING • LOVE

part two • annie x fem reader

summary: annie is new in town, but she is quick to be roped into the world of our reader.

cw: use of nword, smoke slander, mentions of internalized homophobia, mentions of racism and Jim Crow, mentions of hoodoo

a/n: I WRITE BLACK CHARACTERS AND EXPERIENCES. inspired by that one scene in the color purple (2023) where shug and celie go to the movie theater and kiss cause they're gay and in loveeee

part one

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“Mm,” Smoke grumbled as you got back in the truck, watching as Annie entered her home. You settled into your seat comfortably with a soft smile before backing out of her long driveway. Your peace was interrupted as Smoke continued to grunt in your direction, trying to rile you up on purpose.

“What the fuck is yo’ problem, nigga,” you furrowed at him, confused as to why he couldn't just accept the fact that someone wanted you and not him. “You can’t be happy for you?”

“I’m happy,” he folded his arms, looking out the window as a sign to stop the conversation before it truly began. Y'all had grown up together, so you both knew when to stop while you were ahead. The fights you had in your youth were proof of that.

“Whatever,” you huffed, barreling down the road.

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After a long morning of working out on the farm, you returned home. It had been a relatively easy shift, and like usual, you finished up before the noon sun could even reach its highest point. You were always an early riser, especially when you have things to look forward to.

Tonight was your date with Annie, and you aimed to make it special. There wasn't much for you to go off of since you didn’t get to ask her much about herself the day prior, but you thought something simple would be good for a first date.

You arranged everything, figuring out small details like arrival time and what you were going to wear. While at work, you picked her a large bouquet of long stem roses, hoping she’d enjoy them. As the sun was on the verge of setting, you drove to Annie’s home.

Raising your hand to knock politely on her front door, you were stunned as it swung open. You expected to meet the face of Annie, but looking down, you saw a child that looked fairly similar to her.

"Hello, sweetheart," you crouched down, clutching the roses in your clammy, nervous hands.

"Hi," she waved back, "you here fa’ Annie?"

You nodded, looking up to see two other children running around the front room. The home was fragrant, the same smells of patchouli and shea butter that surrounded Annie with an interesting mix of home cooking. Cornbread, fried okra, and gumbo.

"Terry! Who told you to open up that front door," you heard Annie shout from behind the young girl. You raised up to your feet as you took in her physique. The white dress she wore yesterday was traded for a blue cotton dress, and she wore gold and navy beaded necklaces and bracelets.

Annie's hair was an updo of curls that framed her face perfectly.

"I said she could, Ann," an older woman chastised from a room you couldn't quite see from your position on the other side of the door. "Stop bein' mean to that baby!"

The girl giggled, sticking her tongue out at Annie before running away to play with the others.

Annie let out a small laugh and shamelessly traced her eyes over your body. A day away from each other had you both yearning from the other. When Annie walked into her home after you dropped her off, her grandmother and siblings immediately began asking questions and teasing her for her dazed expression. She couldn't get you out of her mind, and she liked it that way.

When you left her, you couldn't even be upset with Smoke's ridiculous jealousy. You wanted Annie more than you had wanted anything before. The way she smelled swirled around you and clung to your faraway mind. The sound of her calling her name whispered down your neck like a prayer—or a spell.

You'd heard tales of people getting roots put on them, but you already knew that Annie would never have to do that to keep you. Whether it was a conscious thought or not, you were already hers.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Hey, lovely," you purred, laughing as she turned her eyes away from you and shielded her face. She was blushing so hard that red showed through her brown skin.

Yours matched.

"You gon' invite the girl in," the woman from earlier walked up behind her, "or you just gon' keep on skinnin' and grinnin' like a fool in love."

Annie stepped aside as her eyes went wide with embarassment. She guided you inside and pointed her head towards the woman.

"Y/n, this is my grandmama Ernestine. Grandmama, this is y/n. And those are my siblings over there." You extended your hand with a small smile, trying not to let your nervousness show, but her grandmother immediately huffed at your gesture and pulled you into a bone-crushing, soul-wrapping hug. You weren't sure how much the woman knew about you and Annie's...friendship? Relationship? Situation?

Either way, she immediately picked up on your nervous energy.

"No need to be scared, sweetheart," she reassured softly, patting your shoulder with a chuckle. "Annie told me all about the pretty girl who paid for her groceries and gave her a ride home." There was a kind knowing in her tone that settled your heart. You met Annie's eyes and all you found was earnestness.

“These are for you,” you handed the bouquet of roses to Annie after her grandmother departed to the kitchen. You both followed. Annie smelled the flowers, smiling with gratitude before grabbing a nearby roll of twine.

“Thank you, suga’,” she sighed pleasantly. You eyed her with a curious smile as Annie wound the twine around the stem of the roses. She sang to herself softly. Securing the flowers tightly with a knot, Annie left a little excess dangling in a loop.

You took in the rest of her home. Candles, dried flowers, and little jars of dirt, twigs, and spices covered most of the surfaces. It rattled with a type of energy you had only felt when near a church house or graveyard.

It was powerful.

Comforting.

It eased your mind as you felt like you heard voices running through your body.

“You one of them hoodoo women,” you questioned. There was no judgement in your voice. Only fascination. Her grandmother who stood just a few feet away at the stove giggled like she knew what was coming next.

“Yea’,” she replied, swallowing thickly on the defense, “you got a problem with that.” Her neck rolled slightly, head tilting to the side. You found it beautiful the way she expressed herself.

“No, I don’t,” you spoke quietly. Your hand reached over to touch the top of the rose petals, brushing timidly against her open palm. “I’m intrigued by you. I wanna know you.”

Annie froze. Her breathing picked up. You couldn’t tell if it was because of your confession for wanting to be involved with her or simply because you didn’t bat an eye at her spiritual practices. But truth be told, both were the reason why.

Annie had lost a lot of friends who just didn’t understand—or didn’t try to understand. People always looked at her family as weird, but when they needed guidance after losing faith in themselves or the things around them, they always sought out her or her grandmama for assistance.

You didn’t have an initial aversion to who she was. And you were intrigued by her. It made her chest swell.

“Well,” she began, grabbing the bound up flowers and placing them on a hook in a nearby doorway, “let’s go on this date so you can get to know me, huh?”

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“Where we goin’ to,” Annie asked you as you had been driving for a good while. The sun was setting, casting a litany of orange and purples across you both. Her body shined in a way that made you want to see how she looked in every type of lighting. You looked over and smiled at her perplexed face—bottom lip slightly pouting, forehead a bunch of wrinkles.

“You’ll see, love.”

You could tell she wanted to fight you on it, but as you laid your hand on her thigh, she sat back in her seat with folded arms. Successfully silenced and actually enjoying the ride.

Cotton fields and trees quickly turned into civilization again as buildings and passing cars began to spring up. Annie’s back came up off the seat of your truck, and her eyes opened wide.

“What we doin’ here,” she questioned as you parked your truck outside of a theatre. There were Black and white people walking around the streets of the town. They all had on their night attire, ready to partake in what nightlife had to offer, but you observed the looks traded between both groups. Neither you nor Annie could help but notice the tensions that hung in the air. Pushing it aside, your date let her excitement surge. “We gon’ watch a motion picture?”

“We sure are, lovely,” you grinned, happy to see her ecstatic face. You’d heard about this new theatre opening up by one of your buddies from work. He said it was the best thing to happen in li’l ole Mississippi, so since you got paid just a few days ago, you decided now would be the perfect time to have some fun.

You opened her door and guided you both to the ticket booth. The lady behind the glass eyed you with a look of distain, a hateful glare that you could usually avoid unless you decided to go to Clarksdale’s train station or town center. White folks hated to see you, but they loved taking your money.

“Colored entrance is that way,” she spat, pointing around to the backside of the building that led to a long flight of steps. Reaching the top, you and Annie entered the peanut gallery.

While the racial tensions were draining in their own way, you both gawked at the motion picture screen, unable to believe that you were one of the few Clarksdale inhabitants who had gotten a chance to experience it.

“Wow,” Annie exclaimed. She was on the edge of her seat and looking every bit of beautiful. While you tried your best to pay attention to the silent film rolling in front of you, you couldn’t help but notice Annie. Her wonderment was contagious, and the flash of blue lights across her face from the screen made you fall even further than you already had.

Your breathing stopped as she grabbed your hand, tangling your fingers. She placed your conjoined hands on the top of her thigh and just smiled ahead, not looking at you just yet. You'd never received affection so openly, and by the looks of it, Annie hadn't even thought twice about being affectionate. All of the girls you dated before her liked to act as friends in public and be all over you and up under you in private. It was exhausting, but as you stared at her side profile, you saw a new life laid out in front of you.

One full of open and out love.

You finally faced forward, but you didn’t stop yourself from sparing her a glance every now and then, meeting her eyes under the blue light.

"My God! That was incredible," Annie laughed loudly as you drove back to Clarksdale. The roads were quiet once again. Cicadas chirped in the long grasses near the side of the road, but her voice of pure joy was louder than that and the roar of your truck combined. She clapped her hands with content, and she giggled to herself. "I can't believe you just took me to see a movie."

You briefly looked from the road to enjoy the astonishment on her face.

"I hope you enjoyed it," you sighed with a smile.

"You hope," she questioned with a goofy eye. "That's the best date I've ever been on." The energy shifted as you both took in the night sky and path ahead of you. You didn't drive late at night very often, but were certainly enjoying yourself, mentally preparing another date for you both. "I might just have to keep you around," she winked.

"Mm," you grinned. "I hope you do."

Annie breathed a heavy breath. She spoke with a quiet tone, but she was very sure of herself.

"I want you to know that I don't want to keep you hidden," she guaranteed you, picking up your hand that was sitting idly on the gear shift. "I know you've had unsavory relationships in the past, and I don't even know if you wanna, like, be with me in that way, but I told my grandma 'bout you. And I'll gladly hold your hand while walking down a busy street. You don't have to worry 'bout that with me."

Her confession brought tears to your eyes so much so that you were starting to tremble. You pulled the car over to the side of the road and just turned towards her.

Annie reached up and wiped your face before cradling your head in her warm hands.

In a gust of desire and honesty, you lunged forward, connecting your lips with Annie's. You moaned in each other's mouths, bodies shutting down at the tenderness around you. You longed for a connection that would last far longer than either of you. The strong spiritual current that swirled around her home seemed to be thrusted into your body on account of her plump lips.

Your bodies were one, and even though you didn't want to pull apart, you knew you had to eventually.

"I want that with you," you admitted, probably moving too fast but not giving a damn about timelines or what's appropriate.

Annie's hand drifted down the side of your neck, causing your body to react involuntarily with a soft moan.

"You're so cute," she giggled, biting her bottom lip. "When I first saw you in the store, ain't know what to make of you."

"What you mean," you wondered aloud as you began driving again. Your voices were light and playful once again. You were almost to Clarksdale, but you didn't want the night to end just yet.

"I don't know," she admitted. "There's just somethin' 'bout your energy that I can't sort through just yet."

"That a bad thing?"

She smiled.

"No."

As you entered Clarksdale, a small sign marking your arrival, you asked Annie to extend your evening together:

“My friends are havin’ a li’l get together," you began, lips still tingling from that kiss. "You wanna come wit’ me?”

"It's yo' friends from yesterday," she questioned. Her hands toyed with your fingers idly, and you breathed contently at the contact.

"Mhm."

She hummed back at you, playfully raising her eyebrows and placing a finger on her chin to appear in deep thought. Like turning you down was even a possibility, but you both knew she wanted to come with.

"Fine," she struggled, reminding you of how she had acted yesterday when you offered her a ride. You chuckled at her silliness. "But if yo' mean friend get rowdy again today, I'm gon' have to make good on my promises to cut his ass." She nodded curtly.

"And I'll make good on mine too, lovely," you assured. "I've got you. I promise."

Annie smiled in her seat and sang to herself—and you. You loved her deep voice. It was captivating and warming.

As you turned a corner, Mary's house came into view. You saw the lights were on at the barn, so you knew everyone was still there.

You hoped that they wouldn’t make a big deal about you finally getting a girl, but you knew they’d be on some bullshit like always.

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gonna have some fun with part threeee. i must say that i do like smoke, but it must be done for the plot

@bigjh and @theelusivemidnighthoe asked to be tagged :3

[creatie123]

CHOI SU_BONG/THANOS X PREGNANT!READER Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6.1 Part 6.1

TW: manipulation, death, dead dove do not eat, angst, slight themes of miscarriage,

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When I look back over my shoulder I see player 120 and my eyes fill with tears or relief. She stands with players 007, 149, and 095, “we need one more to play with us, will you please?” I nod my head a few tears stream down my cheeks and 149 is quick to come comfort me and wipe away my tears.

When we sit on the ground I find that we are right in front of su-bongs team.

“Girl where the fuck did you go I told you to stay by me.” he whispers in my ear.

I ignore him facing forward while listening to the intercom explain the rules of the next game. My breath quickens as pain shoots through my stomach. I groan bile rising in my throat.

“Sweetheart, are you ok?” 149 asks.

I nod pressing down on my stomach.

“Celina.” su-bongs voice is commanding as he turns me to look at him

His gaze drops to my stomach before looking up at me. “What is going on, what hurts.”

“It's just some cramping, I'm ok.” I whisper “we have to choose what we are doing for the games.” I turn back to my team.

I can hear su-bong whispering with nam gyu, then something clicks open before snapping shut a few seconds later. I recognise the sound as su-bogs damn drug necklace. I'm going to have to hide that from him.

Once the timer goes off for choosing who will do what they call the first team up, I watch intently as anxiety takes over them and they continuously mess up their games. Gun shots ring out as the timer hits zero, and I flinch with each shot.  Our team was next and I trembled, rising to my feet, 149 loops her arm through mine comforting me as we walk to get into the correct line up. Pain begins to flood my stomach again along with a flash of dizziness and I stagger into 120 sides.

“Hey hey we just need to get through this game, please hold it in just that long.” she pleads. 

I nod forcing myself up, we lock arms and begin walking as soon as the gunshot rings. It's all a blur but I can hear 007 give 095 advice and she quickly wins the game, onto the next one, 007 wins after only a few attempts, when it gets to 149, she winds effortlessly which causes us to cheer for her, then it was my turn, my hands tremble as I wrap the rope around the top. Wrapping my hand around it I flick my wrist letting the top spin out and hit the floor it wobbles, and it seems like slow motion as we watch the top stabilize and start spinning. I look at the guard for my game and he makes an O shape with his hands. My teammates all cheer for me or let out a sigh of relief. Finally we get to the last game and 120 asks that everyone turn around. At this point I finally realize that the whole room is towering over us watching intently, I noticed then that they were cheering for us the whole time and my chest bubbles with appreciation. My attention straps back to 120 as she yells at everyone to turn and so we do. It feels like so long before we hear the last hit of the shoe and the guard makes an O. Everyone starts shouting out cheers and encouragement as we rush to the finish line with only a few seconds to spare. Tears stream out of my eyes as I smile in relief. We wait patiently for the guard to unhook our ankles as we start walking out of the room. 

I hear su-bong's name being called and I send him a silent prayer of safety. We make it back to the room and 149, 095, and 120 surround me. They ask me what's wrong, what hurts, how I'm feeling. I ask 149 if she will help me to the bathroom, she immediately says yes, looping her arm in mine and leading me off to the bathroom. When I sit on the toilet I groan sweat beading my forehead and I clutch my stomach with one hand and rest the other against the wall.

“Sweetheart are you ok? What hurts.” her soothing voice asks through the door.

“M-my stomach.” I say heat runs over my arms making the clothes unbearable, while at the same time prickling chills pierce my skin making me thankful for the clothes, dizziness and nausea fill my senses and I quickly get off the toilet only to turn and hurl my guts up.

I barely register the knock on the door, a hand soothingly rubbing my back and whispering in my ear that it will be ok. When I am finally finished I lean against the wall wiping my mouth. “I wish they would give us toothbrushes.” I say 

She chuckles a little bit at my joke. “I have to pee, do you mind just waiting outside the stall?”

She nods, getting up and walking out of the stall closing the door behind her. “Let me know if you need anything dear.” she says.

Pulling my pants down I sit on the toilet letting out a sigh of content at letting out the contents of my bladder. I go to reach for the toilet paper but notice a few spots of blood on my underwear, “149?” I called out.

“Yes dear.” she asks

“I-is it normal to bleed when I'm pregnant?” I ask willing my underwear up to inspect it a little more, immediately gagging at the smell of dizziness taking over my vision again and I lean over to rest my head on the wall to stop myself from passing out.

“How much?” She asks finally.

“Only a few drops.”

“Y-yes it's normal dear, there is no need to worry.”  she says.

I tear some toilet paper off and wipe, and notice my blood on the toilet paper. She said it's normal so I push away the underlying nagging feeling inside. Wiping a few more times, the paper finally shows clean. No more blood. Pulling my pants back up I exit the stall tiredness tugging at my limbs, I go to wash my hands and the old lady leads me back out into the room with the beds. I go to walk to mine but she pulls me with her back to our group from before. She sits me on her bed, and pulls 120 and 095 away to talk to them about something leaving me with her son. 

He merely stares at me not trying to strike up a conversation, which was fine. I was too tired to talk. I watch the women talk  occasionally, looking back at me with worry. Feeling like I could not keep my eyes open anymore I closed my eyes and lay down on the bed. 

It feels like only a few minutes have passed before I'm being shaken awake gently. I open my eyes to see 149 standing over me with a gentle smile. “Your male friend came over while you were sleeping, but we sent him away, it seems he needs to talk to you, but it's time to vote and then have dinner, you can talk to him after ok?” I smile as she reminds me of my mom being stern yet understanding and caring. I nod sitting up.

I get up and follow her to stand by the group of people who made it last round, not many people were eliminated and hope begins to flicker in my chest, maybe we can get out. The voting begins and we start with 456 again. We walked down the aisle, determinately pressing the x immediately. When it gets to su-bong he walks down, pausing for only a minute to look back and lock eyes with me before turning away and pressing the o.

A tang of hurt that he would choose to stay over the safety of others. For me and our child. It then gets to me, and I walk up to the buttons, I press the x like last time and walk over to stand by the old lady 222 coming up to stand by us. After the voting we have the usual 30 minutes before dinner. 

S- Thanos comes up to me his irises look non existent with how huge his pupils are. “You need to stop voting x. We need that money senorita. I need that money.”

“I'm not having this conversation with you. You know why I'm voting x.” I hissed.

“Stop being such a coward, these games aren't even that hard.” he says sighing dramatically. 

“I’m a coward?” something inside me snaps. “No thanos. The only coward I see is the one who is taking pills before every game so he doesn’t see the shit that is actually going on around. The only coward I see is the person who, despite the amount of people who want to get out and actually face the world, wants to stay in this shit hole and put his damn life on the line to  get a 50/50 chance of life and death for some money. Guess what, we are all in debt to Thanos but don't make that everyone else's problem. Youre the fucking coward,” I take a breath and reach out grabbing his neck lace. “ get rid of these and maybe I'll consider speaking to you again.” I say turning on my heels and walking back over to my group.

The whole group no doubt heard that argument and they all cheered for me quietly 149 pulling me into her arms. After meal time I lay down on the bed and let my tired eyes drift close. I fall asleep thinking about my argument with Thanos, cramping in my stomach and the ache in my heart.

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Wohooooo I finally got to write Celina confronting thanos, I sincerely hope everyone enjoyed this chapter only a few more to go, I am having trouble deciding on if I want a happy ending or a sad ending, please let me know you thoughts.

till next time

-creatie

[bygonesigh]

🐦‍🔥Taash Week—Day 2 (Culture/Pride)🐦‍🔥

Thanks again @mageofquandrix for the screenshot!!!! YAY!!

For Day 2's prompt, here is a drabble of Taash making new dar-saam. @hyperions-light and I had similar ideas!!! Check their drabble out here :)

Culture/Pride — AO3

Chapter rating: G

Length: 457 words

Summary: Taash makes new dar-saam after a certain loss.

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Taash looked down at the dar-saam��in their hands; they ran their fingers along the twists of the frayed, worn red rope. Their nails glided over the gold tokens, precious gems, and trinkets that they'd been gifted by fellow Lords of Fortune.

"To represent you as a newly minted Lord of Fortune!" Isabela had told them then, rum-filled tankard raised high.

Of course, Tama had expressed mild disapproval, but even she liked how the gold accentuated the ropes. Though she never told Taash that, they never missed it when Shathann would run a thumb over a coin and traced its embossments.

Taash continued to run the rope in their hands, feeling its weight, its friction. When they were little, the rope would irritate their fingers from the continuous back and forth to fix knots or from restarting their count. They dragged the rope through their hands, pulling it along their palms. Over and over their hands went along the dyed cotton fibers. Until they reached a premature end—a slash in the rope, the edges frayed and burned beyond salvage. Taash quickly ran though the rest of the dar-saam sections and found it ruined.

More like fucked up if they were being honest to themselves. Taash had been so tired when the group came back to the Lighthouse, they'd hadn't paid any attention when they'd taken off the knotted rope. That stupid Dragon King, he burned their dar-saam, cut it up, got blood on it....

Taash's hands clenched around the rope—

It had to be Tama's blood.

Taash snarled to themselves and tossed it aside. They grabbed the spool they kept and unwound enough new twine to make the spool turn over and roll across the stone floor of their room. They slashed at a random point and began to count their twists. At the first knot, they threaded it quickly. Next had to be two counts of seven, then another knot.

Then...

"Tamassran, what is after the second knot?"

"The twist weave is in coupling of odd counts. Two of three, two of seven, two of...Evataash, what are you doing?"

"Why can't I just knot it all?"

"Patie—Evataash. Stop lighting the dar-saam on fire."

"Fine, Tamassran."

"Only...Tama, Taash. You may call me Tama."

Taash sniffed and cleared their throat, then assumed the correct sitting form. They undid their previous work and began again. With steady hands, they went along and every so often added a gold coin or bead to the rope.

And after they finished their new dar-saam, Taash tied the rope tight around their body—around their neck, shoulders, arms, and wrists.

But before they considered the ritual complete, they made a necklace from Tama's horn decorated with Rivaini gold.

Shokra toh ebra.

[xiihyunn]

My Confession (18+)

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

warning: christian hypocrisy, religious rebellion, semi-public sex, semi-exhibition, crying, choking, toys, ropes, overstimulation, mommy kink, fingering, spanking, biting/marking, spitting, strap-on, slapping, rough sex, pee, and vibrator.

ⓘ slow burn

summary: — wherein before you take your vows to officially become a nun, you need to confess all your sins to the priest. but what happens if all your sins were unforgivable?

> masterlist

word count: 6.3k

a/n: it might be a bit bad tbh. overall this was the 1st smut that i wrote, and send me some smut requests.

oh btw, men and minors get the fuck out of my blog. ty

Jenna's POV

It was around 11 pm when I finally arrived at my destination, a small village with only at least 2 thousand population max. I got off my motorcycle and tied up my hair, rolled up my sleeves, and wore the crucifix necklace I had.

I grabbed my suitcase and began walking to a certain house, though this area was foreign to me, I was called multiple times because of a demon possessing a boy.

I was the 1st female exorcist in the church, since the Vatican was obviously misogynistic. They argued whether or not to make me an exorcist or just a demonologist with psychic abilities, in the end, the ministers couldn't deny that my abilities were way beyond what they already had.

Making me an exorcist was the best decision they could make. Hence they didn't regret how I successfully exorcized nearly 167 demons in a span of 5 years.

But that doesn't mean I get to get away with everything I'll be doing, even though I was heavily favored by the church herself.

"That's a beautiful pig." I said to a guy I paid to bring it. He chuckled and drank a bottle of beer, "Only the best, Father." he groggily said.

I was a female yes, but the ministers ordered me to be addressed as Father Ortega, to... continue the culture.

I opened the door to a small house, only one light was on and the rest of the light I saw was from the lit candles. The room felt uneasy and quiet.

"This way, Father." A fellow priest said, leading me to the dining room where a small girl, her mom, and her dad were sitting and looking at me. I placed my suitcase on the table nearby and the priest filled me in on what happened to the possessed boy.

"The boy is showing all the classical signs of possession, Father Ortega," the priest said, panicking and beads of sweat dripping down his face. "Has the family consulted a doctor?" I asked, looking at the people at the dining table.

"Many, many doctors." The priest sounded persistent that this was much more serious than we expected. "What are the signs of possession?" I said as I grabbed his shoulder and looked at him. "He converses in English, Father." He was shaking and before I could answer, a noise was heard on the door near the dining room.

I looked at the door, "Has he spoken English before?" I asked, not breaking my gaze on the door. "Never. Not even before." he said. "Do they own a television?" I asked. "Y-yes, I believe so." He stuttered as he looked around.

I breathed out and patted his shoulder, "Okay, thank you." He nodded at me and I went over to the girl sitting on the chair, and drawing something on the table. "Hey there, do you mind telling me what are you drawing?" I looked over at her shoulder trying to look at the picture.

"A bird," The kid said, I hummed and sat next to her. "Really? That's good, kid." I grabbed the match laying on the table, and lit it. "I have a very important job for you," I lit up the candle in front of her.

She looked at me and nodded slowly, "Do you know 'Our Father' ?" I asked. "Yes Father," She replied. "Good." As I blow out the burning match. "You can help your brother, and repeat 'Our Father, over and over. Don't get distracted. Relentless. Understood?" I said as I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

She smiled faintly, "Yes, Father."

"Good." Then we proceed to recite it together.

After we were done, I told the priest to come over. "Bring me the pig." I told him. He nodded fastly and left the house, then screaming from the door followed.

—

I opened the door, and was greeted by a young man tied up to his bed, grunting, screaming, and growling all at once. His eyes were red and so was the flesh near them.

He was filled with sweat and was moving around, trying to break free from the ropes. I made the sign of the cross, then placed my suitcase on the desk. I was opening it when he suddenly spoke.

"I am Legion,"

And clicking sounds were heard from his mouth. I looked at him weirdly.

"What is this? The Last of Us?" I thought to myself.

"I am Satan," He said again as his eyes rolled back to his head.

"I am foul-mouthed Behemoth."

I smirked at this phase and sat on the chair near him, I wiped the Totem of the Vatican symbol using my shirt and faced him.

"It's difficult to believe." I said blatantly. His head stood up in an instant and looked at me, looking mad.

"You doubt me?"

"If you are Satan, what is my name?" I asked the demon. He sat up and tried to get near my face, but the ropes were keeping him in place.

He growled at me, "I won't say shit to a dickless whore." He laughed while looking into my eyes. "I know what you are Sister, you and me, we're the same."

Tugging his hands from time to time, he never stopped looking at me. "Foul-mouthed indeed." I raised both of my brows at him. "Describe hell," I challenged him.

He laughed maniacally, throwing his head up, and continued laughing. He stopped abruptly, snapped his head back looked at me, and said, "You will find out soon eno-"

"Are you avoiding my question?" I stopped him, he lunged at me, or at least tried to.

"YOU MOCK ME!?"

His voice was disoriented and rough. Before he could say anything more, I showed him my Totem.

He went back for a bit and his face scrunched in fear. He stared at it intensely as I moved the Totem side by side, and his eyes followed it.

"Answer me, Satan." I ordered him. "Why possess this boy? Why not someone more influential?" I stared at him. He tilted his neck at a 90-degree angle, making a snapping noise.

He kept moving his head and said slowly,

"I can possess anyone I choose." Desperate for me to believe him, he was acting like a kid who was telling his mom that he had superpowers.

I lowered the Totem down and hummed then nodded sarcastically.

Just then I heard an oink behind me, "Could you possess Father Gianni?" I asked him in a questionable tone. I felt the priest nervously looking at me, scared that he'll get possessed if the demon wanted to, and me egging the demon on was making him shit his pants.

"ANYONE! ANYTHING!"

He screamed, and his spit was flying on the bed sheets. I shook my head while chuckling, "That is not the case, I do not believe you could even possess this pig."

I mocked him while looking at the pig, he started shaking his head then his whole body followed afterward. He snapped his neck to look at the pig and faced it, he kneeled on the bed and started convulsing while staring at the animal.

"Can you do it? You have the power!"

The boy growled and started screaming at the poor pig, "Could you possess the pig?" I asked him once more. His lips twitched to a smirk, "Yes, I can."

His pride was eating him, and it was eating him up good.

"Come on, Satan." I calmly said, giving him the idea that I did not believe him any second.

"WATCH ME!"

Father Gianni was looking at the boy with panic in his eyes, muttering Latin prayers quietly.

"Possess the pig. Show me you are the Prince of Darkness!"

His eyes turned white completely and kept screaming while pulling the ropes. He was almost standing and his chest was out, more growls and screams were heard as he screamed one last time.

"Have you done it, Satan? Have you possessed the pig?" I screamed at him.

"SHOW ME!"

The boy suddenly dropped back onto his bed, and I gave the signal to the man holding the pig.

A gunshot was suddenly heard and pig blood scattered all over the place. It splashed on Father Gianni's face and mine too.

"AHHHH!" The priest screamed, wiping the blood off his face. I held the boy's face and he was whimpering. "Be calm, God blesses you." I told him softly.

Father Gianni's face was in shock, looking around at what the fuck just happened.

"You can sleep now, my son. The demon has gone." His eyes were slowly forming tears, he cried in my hands as I caress his face.

"Dios está contigo"

Then he finally blacked out.

—

"How is it that I am suddenly worthy of the time and attention of all you powerful men?" I was sitting in a chair, crossing my legs and my arms looking at the 5 ministers in front of me.

"On the night of June 4th in the town of Tropea, you performed an exorcism, without the approval of the Reggio Calabria Bishop." One of the ministers said, Father Gabe, with venom and anger in his voice.

"What are you pointing at, Father?" I asked him, licking my dry lips in the process. "From Father Gianni's description, what occurred in Reggio Calabria sounded exactly like an exorcism, complete with animal sacrifice, no less."

I guess that bitch of a priest is throwing me under the bus now, knowing it was his friend's son who got possessed and asked me to perform an exorcism without the church's approval.

But I guess I was too dumb enough to agree with him.

"Yes, I performed the exorcism. So what's your point here, Father?" I was starting to get impatient, I already confessed to my 'wrongdoing, can he just tell me what he wants now?

"You addressed the subject as Satan, called him to display his power. Do you deny this?" The other ministers just listened to what Father Gabe said.

Is he fucking for real right now?

"Father Gabe, since when have I denied your statements?" I asked him, he looked furious and stood up.

"Respect your superiors, Father Ortega!" He pointed his finger at me and screamed, I scoffed at him.

"This is the work of a devil, of course I would exorcize the boy. Now tell me, what is your point?" I furrowed my brows at him and he sat back down and exhaled.

"The Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith has recommended this panel, that the position of the Chief Exorcist be formally vacated." He smirks at me, locking his hands together.

"So, what you are saying is that evil does not exist?" I asked him calmly.

"The church is under constant pressure to sharpen her relevance. It's time we move past these outdated beliefs."

"Explain to me please, Your Eminence..." He sighs in annoyance as he looks over to the other ministers. "If evil does not exist, what is the role of the church?" The other ministers look at Father Gabe, telling him to revoke his command of vacating my position.

He looks at them with a small frown on his face. He had enough and stood up again.

"I WARN YOU. I WARN YOU, FATHER ORTEGA. TO SHOW SOME RESPECT TO YOUR SUPERIORS."

I stood up, fed up with his voice and useless proposals.

"I DO! I AM THE CHIEF EXORCIST OF THE VATICAN, MY POSITION WAS APPOINTED BY MY BISHOP. MY DIOCESE IS ROME, AND MY LOCAL BISHOP IS THE POPE."

Father Gabe looked shocked by how I screamed at him, he sat back down and threw his papers on the table.

"If you have a problem with me, you talk to my boss. Okay?" I drank the coffee that they gave me in one big gulp and walked out.

—

Your POV

It was a peaceful afternoon and I was taking my daily after prayers as someone busted through my door.

"OMG Y/N! Did you hear? Father Ortega has returned!" Emma, she was my co-novitiate. I was not done with my prayer yet and continued muttering the words.

"defende nos in proelio..."

"Oh," I felt her kneeling beside me and doing the sign of the cross, joining me in my prayer. I held out my hand to her and she held it.

"contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium.,"

"Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur."

"tuque, Princeps militiae caelestis, in virtute Dei, in infernum detrude satanam aliosque spiritus malignos, qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo,"

"Amen."

We both ended the prayer of protection by Saint Michael the Archangel with the sign of the cross. We both stood up and sat on my bed, I looked at her.

"What was it again Emma?" I asked her, she had a huge smile on her face and started fanning herself. "Father Ortega is here! She's here right now in the Monastery Office!"

She told me with excitement in her voice. I giggled from what she said, "Emma, I know those thoughts are impure." I told her. Emma pouts at me and crosses her arms, "Aw c'mon, cut me some slack. I won't be able to satisfy my human desires once we take our vows tomorrow."

She laid down on my bed and sighs, "Your faith was decided the second you agreed into becoming a novitiate, so why complain?" I looked at her waiting for her answer. She frowned at me, "Aw y/n/n you're no funnnn."

I laughed at her response, "Sister Alciana is waiting for us in the garden, let's go." she groaned in annoyance and stood up. "Alright, let's go."

—

"You both will be taking your vows tomorrow, correct?" Sister Alciana was in front of us in the walk through garden, we were walking together side by side, me on her right and Emma on her left.

"Yes, Sister. Tomorrow is finally our day." Emma replied to her, she held Emma's hands and kissed them. "God will always be with you."

She lets go of her hands and holds mine next, Sister Alciana smiles at me. "Y/n, you will be a great nun that will serve the Lord Himself. Your pure soul will help the helpless, and your holiness will help and guide the unholy."

My eyes lit up by what Sister Alciana said, I felt her hands tighten on my hands and then she kissed them.

"Sister Alciana! It's been a while!" A voice was heard behind us and I saw two figures heading our way.

A man shook Sister Alciana's hands and smiled at her. "Father Oano, it truly has been a while." But I was too busy to listen in on their conversation as I spotted an all too familiar figure behind him, it was her, Father Ortega.

I looked at her and she was already looking at me with a small grin, hands in her pockets. She shamelessly took her time to check me out. I bit my lip and gave her a head nod, and she returned it back with a smile.

Sister Alciana smiled and turned to look at both of us. "Girls, this is Father Oano, a long friend of mine and the priest who will be taking your vows."

"Nice to meet you Father Oano." I stuck my arm out at him and he gave me a firm handshake, Emma did the same and we both bowed at him. "So these are the two future nuns who you told me about? It's a pleasure to meet them." He said to Sister Alciana.

"Yes, these are my two lovely girls who will soon serve the Lord." Sister Alciana smiles at him. Father Oano took something from his pocket and gave me and Emma a small box.

"This is my early present for the both of you, for sacrificing so much just to serve Him." I opened the small box and it was a rosary inside.

Wait, isn't this the Vatican's symbolic Rosary?

I heard Emma gasp, she took the Rosary off the case and held it out to the sun, the golden beads shone brightly under the light. "The Vatican's symbolic Rosary." She said, looking in disbelief.

"Thank you so much, Father Oano. This means so much to us." I told him, he looked down flustered by our thanks and shook his head. "It's no biggie girls."

"Oh my, isn't this... Father Ortega?" Sister Alciana suddenly spoke, looking behind Father Oano. Emma snapped her head at the figure behind the priest.

"Ah yes, she was once my student in my Demonology class, and now she's officially an Exorcist." Father Oano threw his arm around Father Ortega's shoulder, she laughed and nodded.

"The one and only, Sister." She gave Sister Alciana a hand shake. "Not just an Exorcist, but the Chief Exorcist of the Vatican!" Emma said she was so happy to see her, a huge smile was visible on her face.

"You all fluster me," She giggled and looked shyly on the floor. "I've heard so much about you Father Ortega." Sister Alciana locks her hands together and smiles at her.

"Good things I hope, Sister." Father Ortega scratches the back of her neck and awkwardly smiles. "It was more than good actually," Sister Alciana replied and laughed.

"You girls should be going, I have a private matter to discuss with Father Oano." Father Oano looked at Sister Alciana and nodded, they both looked a bit serious so it must be talked between the both of them.

I looked at Jenna and she looked at me, "We should go." Emma said behind me, I nodded at her, "We'll take our leave Father Oano, and Sister Alciana. We'll see you when we see you." We all took a look at each other and waved, after that, the 3 of us walked out the walk through garden.

—

"Sister Y/n, I need to talk to you about a new case I'm going to be doing next week." Jenna broke the silence between us when we were already inside the Monastery, I signaled Emma to leave both of us alone and she quietly left.

"Your office?" I asked Jenna, a blush was present in her cheeks and nodded.

—

Jenna opened the door to her office and we both entered the room. Once she closed the door, she walked over to me and pulled my waist to kiss me.

3rd person POV

You weren't surprised at what Jenna did, instead you held her face and kissed her back. Her arms were wrapped around your torso and kissing you passionately.

You break off the kiss and look at her, she looks absolutely stunning with her hair in a ponytail. She had a huge smile on her lips and looked at you lovingly.

She moved her face closer to you and placed her forehead against yours, you smiled widely and your eyes met her lips once more.

"I miss you so much Jenna," you whispered, she could smell your minty breath and she licked her lips. "I miss you too Y/n, It's been 3 months since I've held you this close."

You hummed and closed your eyes, enjoying your girlfriend's presence. "Your taking your vows tomorrow?" She said as she kissed my forehead and I rested my head on her neck. "Sadly, yes." I sighed and looked up at those hazel eyes.

"Don't be sad about it darling, I do need a personal nun for my exorcist." She looks down at me and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear while smiling at me.

"But I can't marry you then." I wrapped my arms around her neck and played with her hair. She kissed me again and mutters,

"I don't need a paper to tell me my love for you is real."

I ran out of breath kissing her and exhaled, before I could even inhale back, she kissed me again but more deeper this time.

Her hands roaming around my lower waist and she pulls me closer to her, she bites my lip and I give out a small moan against her lips and allow her to insert her tongue inside of my mouth.

—

3rd person POV

It was the next day, you woke up completely bare and in the arms of Jenna, you slightly cough because of the dryness of your throat. "Baby?" You heard her calling you, you looked up at her while your eyes were still squinting, adjusting to the brightness of the room.

You hummed at her and further borrowed your face into her breasts, you smiled at the warmth they gave your face. You hear Jenna chuckling at you, "Time to get up, you're taking your vows today remember?"

You whined and shook your head, but it didn't take long for you to shoot up her bed and stare at her naked and hair down form, "Oh shit it's today!" She had a funny smirk on her face and sat up on the headboard, she crossed her arms and tilted her head to look at you.

"You're gonna work for me and only me darling." Jenna smirks at you, only for you to roll your eyes at her. You crawled over to her and pecked her lips.

"Oh yeah? What if we'll get a case where the profound demon knows all our secrets? It won't be so fun now, would it, Father Ortega?" She looks at your lips and grabs your neck, pulling you closer to her face.

"Then let the demon know you're all mine, Querida." Jenna was about ready to have sex with you again but you pushed her back on the headboard, "Your breath stinks Jenna, disgusting." You laughed at her and got out of bed, going into the shower.

She shook her head in disbelief and giggled. Jenna won't be able to marry you, but that doesn't mean she won't put a ring on your finger.

—

Your POV

"Before I take your vows, you must confess all your sins to me first. Then after the confession, God will accept you as his bride." Father Oano told me, he gave me a white veil to put over my head.

He nodded at me and went inside the confession room, "Gather your thoughts first, and confess everything that you have sinned against the heavens, and God himself. Take your time, soon to be Sister Y/n." I felt him softly smiling at me and I breathed in and out slowly, I gave my final exhale then went inside.

It was a cold room, with dim red lights in them. I kneeled down at the pew, holding my Rosary tightly, as goosebumps were forming on my skin.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen." I did the sign of the cross and calmed my nerves down.

Beads of sweats were rolling down my face, and I gripped my Rosary.

"Bless me father for I have sinned. It has been a month since my last confession."

"Forgive me mommy, for I have been a naughty girl."

My heartbeat was beating loudly, to the point that I could hear them in my ears.

"These are my sins."

Jenna presses herself into you, her tongue deep inside your lips as you try to suppress your groans. Chest to chest, she pushed her legs in between your thighs, electing a moan from you. You break off the kiss trying to catch your breath, but she slams her lips back to where they were before.

You tilt your head to meet her kiss, wrapping your arms around her neck, she caresses your waist under your clothes using her right hand and slowly goes up to your tits.

Your soft moans were looming around in her bedroom, she trails her kisses down to your neck and collarbones, leaving small red spots along the way while playing with your boobs.

You started grinding slowly on her lap, trying to relieve some heat between your legs, Jenna undid the buttons on your clothes, not disconnecting her lips on your now wet flesh.

She unzips your long skirt, leaving you in your bra and undies. "Jump." Jenna's voice was domineering and controlling, you jump and wrap your legs around her waist as she puts you in her bed, cradling on top of you.

You tugged on her hair as she hit a particular spot on your neck, you bucked your hips along with a throaty moan as she kept assaulting that spot.

She stops and straddles you, she removes her black colored suit along with her white t-shirt and pants, leaving both of you half naked on the bed.

Jenna smirks at you below her, your half lidded eyes, you catching your breath, hair scattered along her bedsheets and the visible red marks on your neck down to your collarbones.

"My art looks beautiful," Jenna whispers, touching the marks on you. She removes your bra and sucks on your right nipple like a hungry child ready to suck her mommy dry.

Her right hand is playing with the other jugular, and you throw your head back at the pleasure. Your chest is rising up and down as you feel her right hand trailing your stomach, slowly going down to your cunt.

She bites your nipple and you slightly flinch at her teeth making contact with it. She rubs your wet cloth slit, up and down and smirks looking at you, "Look how wet you are for me sweetheart." Jenna removes your panties and settles herself between your legs.

You bit your lip and looked at her lustful eyes as she prised your legs open, revealing your drenched pussy. You wanted to keep your dignity and unconsciously tried to cover the wetness with your hands, and close your legs.

Jenna slaps your face, "Sluts like you need to know your place." She roughly pinned both of your hands above your head and opened your legs again using her other hand. You whimper at the burning feeling of her slap. But God forbid, it made you feel hotter.

"I wonder what Sister Alciana will think about you, knowing her favored novitiate is going to be fucked senseless by me." Jenna's fingers run your wet folds, her palm touching your clit from time to time. You were too focused on her fingers when you didn't notice your wrist being tied up to the headboard.

She lets go of your hands and touches your inner thighs, "So wet and hot for me baby..." Jenna mutters, she inserted two fingers inside of you, feeling the wet, tight and warm walls. You moan at her fingers and she begins moving them at a pace.

"Your cunt misses me too, how cute," Your wetness is starting to run down your ass as you breathe heavily and close your eyes, her pace wasn't enough for you and you were desperate for Jenna to ruin you. Your hips start to meet her thrust, and Jenna stops.

"Ah-ah. Only good girls get to do that, are you a good girl for me Y/n?" You opened your eyes to look at her, Jenna saw your blushing mess of a face, and you nodded.

"Y-yes Jenna, I-I've been a good girl. Please.." You begged for it, for her to corrupt your innocent soul. Jenna smirks and starts pumping her fingers inside of you fast. You were taken back but the pleasure was all you could think about.

"J-Jenna! Fuck yes!" She went down and sucked your nipples, and wet slapping noises were heard in every motion that she did. "Not my name, princess." Her palms hit your clit and you moaned further, she bit your nipple harder and you threw your head back in pleasure.

"Mommy.." Jenna looks up at you and kisses your lips, "Yes, just like that Y/n. Moan for me and only for your mommy, got it?" Jenna hit the right spot in you and you nodded your head and moaned louder. "Yes! Right t-there!" Jenna opened your legs wide, she went down and licked your clit.

Her fingers hitting the right spot over and over again, and her mouth taking good care of your clit. You bite your lip hard trying not to scream in pleasure as Jenna pounds her fingers into you.

Jenna feels you tighten around her fingers and look up at you, mouth open, eyes close and hair sticking to your face.

Was this the same person in front of Sister Alciana, Father Oano and Emma a while ago? The same person who is going to take her vows tomorrow?

Her fingers went deeper inside you as your orgasm was building up, she bit your clit and added another finger. "Cum for me, Y/n."

You moan her name one last time as your back arches and your pussy convulsing, your arousal seeping out of you as Jenna removed her fingers, and her tongue dug in your walls, lapping up all your juices impatiently.

Jenna sits up with your cum juices glistening under the light on her chin and lips, she bites her lips looking at you, your legs spread wide open and a full view of your wet cunt. She removes the clothes left behind on herself, and despite your blurry vision, you see her getting something from her drawer.

You tried to open your eyes to see what she was doing, but her fucking you after a long time of being away, you couldn't. "On your stomach." Jenna says, you tried rolling over on your stomach but you felt your lower region aching, shooting a pain to your pussy directly. You mellled on the pain and Jenna was becoming impatient.

She forced you onto your stomach and you cried in pain, "So fucking slow." She scowls, she pushed herself onto you latched her teeth on your skin, in every surface of your back, she bites and marks you everywhere. Your back is tainted with purple bruises and marks, you choke out a sob at the pain not only on your area but now also on your back.

"Devine... Now ass up, baby." You were about to put your ass up for her, but again she forcefully brought your ass up herself and you feel something hard hitting your ass checks.

You moan in pain and pleasure. With a belt on Jenna's hands she touches the red spot on your ass, lust in her eyes she brings up the belt high and spanks you with force.

You flinch hard at the impact and let out a cry. It hurts so much but feels so good, you feel yourself getting wetter, your juices running down your thighs at this point.

Jenna laughs at this sight, and a wide smirk plastered on her face. You feel a cold and hard material rubbing against your cunt as you hummed at the feeling.

Jenna aligns the tip of her strap on your entrance, coating the plastic dick with your slick. She grabs the base of the toy and thrusts her cock inside of you. Both of you moan at the feeling.

The sound of skin slapping and moans leaving your throat was overwhelming, she hisses as she sets the pace. Jenna death grips your waist, pushing your body in her dick. Your walls throb with anticipation as you feel another slap to your ass.

Tears fall in your eyes, your lips are bleeding from you biting them. You gasp as Jenna bites your nape, the pleasure doubling from her bite, as she fucks you against her mattress. "You're doing so well, Y/n..." Pushing her hips further in you, your arms give out and your face hits her pillows.

"Taking mommy in so well, princess..." Jenna reaches for your nape and pushes her hands, choking you from behind. Your eyes widen from the lack of oxygen, making you feel high, and dizzy. She pounds into you, fast and unsympathetic of her actions. Hitting all the right spots inside of you, you moan loud and good, showing off your incredible vocal cords.

You feel yourself tightening against her cock, your and walls clit convulsing at her cock touching your cervix. Jenna notices this and, "You wanna cum, baby?" Her tone was playful and filled with excitement, she fucks you deeper and faster as if it wasn't enough already.

She slams again and again, smiling at your state, head to the side struggling to breathe, your whines and throaty moans, but all though you were on the verge of passing out and overstimulating, you slam yourself against her cock desperate for your own release.

She holds your waist tighter and with a final slam, your body shakes violently as you feel an abnormal amount of liquid gushing out of you, squirting onto her mattress, Jenna looks down with pride.

She made you squirt, and she was more than fucking happy with it.

"Y/n?" You snapped back to reality as you heard Father Oano's voice, you randomly bucked your hips forward, making a sound.

"Y/n? Are you alright?" You hear Father Oano's voice again, you breathe heavily and nodded, as if he could see you.

"Y-yes! Yes, Father. I-I'm just getting a bit emotional..." You faked sniffing. You heard Father Oano hum, "Do not be ashamed of your sins, Y/n, for the Lord is merciful and he will show mercy to those who deserve it."

It has been hours, and you still found yourself getting fucked by Jenna, with multiple orgasms you've had, you were going in and out of consciousness as you felt her biting your neck.

"J-Jenna... Please, no more..." You whimper at her touch. Jenna didn't listen, instead, she slammed her lips onto yours, earning a moan from your mouth. The overstimulation was getting into you and you started crying in pain, you scratched Jenna's back, too lost in her pounding inside of you like there's no tomorrow.

Your pelvic sore from the prologue of your legs over her shoulders and she slams deeper. "I'm not done with you, Mon cher" With each thrust you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, Jenna stops kissing you and goes down to your tits, sucking, biting and squishing your nipples.

"You don't know how many times I've touched myself without you, baby. Those 3 months were too long for me not being able to touch you..." Jenna looks at you, her hair sticking to her skin, as she pants.

"Now that you're here with me..." She takes her dick out, "I can fuck you whenever I want to..." She slams it inside of you again. You throw your head back with an uncomfortable look on your face, tears rolling down your face, and you can't help but moan.

"Open your mouth, Y/n. I have a present for you, for being so good to our Lord and Savior...." You look at Jenna and all you could see was lust in them, you opened your mouth and Jenna gathered her saliva, and spit inside of your lips.

Her spit made direct contact with the back of your throat, making you choke, but as you were about to cough it out, Jenna grabs your neck and presses down.

You tried stopping her choking you, but your hands were bound. Jenna grabs both of your legs and throws them over her shoulders again as they are slowly falling down the mattress. She rolls her hips at a certain angle, and your eyes roll over your head.

Mouth agape, Jenna spits inside again. Your stomach turns as your orgasm comes crashing down, you felt yourself cumming but a warm liquid coming out of your clit was too embarrassing to not notice.

Jenna slowly removes her strap and kisses your forehead, "You're alright, Y/n." She lays both of your legs down on the bed, and you whimper from the pain. Jenna caresses your face and wipes your tears away.

"Close your eyes and sleep, I'll take care of you, princess." You slowly open your eyes and see Jenna softly smile at you and you smile back. "Jenna..." You whisper, she hums and kisses your temple. "Yes, baby?"

"I love you."

And you black out from exhaustion, Jenna smiles widely and looks at you lovingly.

"I love you too, Y/n."

"Forgive me Father, for I was fucked by Father Ortega last night," You mumbled to yourself. "I can't quite catch you, Y/n." Father Oano said, "Forgive me Father, for I squirted so hard for her.." You mumbled again.

"I'm gonna need you to speak up a bit louder for our Lord to hear them." Father Oano's voice was calm and understanding.

You feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, your panties drenched with wetness. You held out a moan, and started panting faintly. Your head was spinning and your legs started shaking, you felt yourself almost at your high as you finally said.

"Forgive me Father, for I have a vibrator up my cunt right now that Father Ortega placed this morning."

"What?"

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Between The Ropes.. a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley Fanfic.

Chapter 32: We reflect…

November 6th, 2024 2:42 PM

Joe stood outside the ICU door, his heart lodged in his throat, almost as if his body was resisting the moment. This wasn’t just about checking on Jey; it was deeper, heavier. Galina had taken Jeyce and Jaciyah with Takecia for the evening, giving Joe the moment of solitude he needed. This wasn’t about the bullshit of being the Tribal Chief or the Head of the Table—this was personal. This was about family, about brotherhood.

He tugged at his black hoodie, feeling the weight of the special item tucked in his pocket. His hands, usually so steady, trembled slightly. The emotions swirled inside him—guilt, sorrow, fear—things he wasn’t used to letting out.

With a deep breath, Joe pushed open the door. The sterile scent of the hospital hit him, and his eyes landed on Jey, lying still in the hospital bed. Machines beeped softly, keeping a rhythm that felt so foreign to who Jey was—a man always full of life and energy. Now, he was silent, unmoving.

Joe hesitated for a second, his feet feeling like they were cemented to the ground. This was his cousin, his brother in so many ways, but seeing him like this… it shook something deep in him. Forcing himself to move, Joe made his way toward the empty chair beside Jey’s bed and sat down.

He sat in silence for a moment, eyes scanning Jey’s face, hoping for some sign—any sign—that Jey was still in there, fighting. The emotions he had tried to push down all day started to bubble up, and he realized he couldn’t hold them back any longer.

“You remember those late nights at your apartment?” Joe finally spoke, his voice low and rough. “When you were just starting in WWE? Man, you were always so eager, so hungry. I’d come by after my shift at that stupid fast food joint and we’d sit on your porch talking ‘bout everything. Dreams, family, how we were gonna take over the business. You always had that fire in you, Uce.”

Joe leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his head down as he spoke.

“I never told you this, but… you were the one that made me believe this whole ‘Head of the Table’ thing could work. Not just because of the family, but because you showed me what it really meant to lead. You showed me what loyalty looked like.”

He chuckled lightly, but it was tinged with bitterness. “You remember when we had that first rivalry? Man, that was tough. I didn’t want to be the one breaking you down, didn’t want to be the heel in that story. But I did it because I knew you’d rise. I wanted you to shine, Uce. I wanted the whole world to see what I already knew—you were destined for this.”

Joe paused, staring at his cousin’s still face. The memories hit harder than he expected—those early days, the sacrifices they’d both made. He wanted to shake Jey awake, to tell him how much he believed in him, how much they all needed him to pull through.

With a heavy sigh, Joe finally reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out the item he’d been holding onto. The Ula Fala—a symbol of their Samoan heritage, and a piece of their legacy. It was the same one Joe’s father had placed on him after that brutal “I Quit” match at Hell in a Cell, the match that had solidified Joe’s role as the Head of the Table. But in Joe’s mind, this wasn’t really his—it belonged to Jey.

“You remember this?” Joe said softly, holding up the necklace, the red and black beads glinting in the dim hospital light. “This is yours, Uce. It always was.”

Joe’s hand shook as he leaned over Jey, gently placing the Ula Fala around his cousin’s neck. The weight of it, both symbolic and physical, seemed to hang in the air between them.

“You earned this,” Joe whispered. “Not me. You. I needed you to understand how much you mean to this family. To me.”

Joe sat back, his hands rubbing together as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. He wasn’t used to being this vulnerable, but sitting here with Jey, he realized he didn’t care. This was his blood, his family, his brother in everything but name.

“I need you to wake up, Uce,” Joe said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I need you by my side again. We all do.”

The room fell silent again, save for the steady beeping of the machines. Joe sat back in the chair, his eyes never leaving Jey. This wasn’t about titles or the business anymore. This was about family, about the bond they shared long before the world knew them as Roman Reigns and Jey Uso.

Joe could only hope that, somehow, Jey could hear him—that somehow, those memories, those words, would pull him back from the edge.

As he sat in the quiet room, the weight of the Ula Fala on Jey’s chest felt like a promise. A promise that, no matter what happened, they would always be connected. Always be family.

Joe stayed there for a bit more, recounting memories and telling stories of the past, waiting for any sign that Jey was still fighting. And with each passing second, he prayed for his cousin to come back—to wake up and reclaim his place in their shared legacy.

3:11 PM

After Joe had left the room, Jon lingered just outside the ICU door, his hand absently rubbing his pant pocket where the small silver bracelet was tucked. He took a deep breath, his heart heavy with thoughts he hadn’t allowed himself to speak out loud since everything happened. Now, it was just him and Jey, and there were things Jon needed to say—things only Jey would understand.

Pushing the door open, Jon quietly stepped into the room. The soft beeping of machines was the only sound that filled the silence, a constant reminder of just how fragile everything was. Jon closed the door behind him, feeling the weight of the world resting on his shoulders as he walked over to the chair Joe had sat in earlier. He hesitated for a moment, then plopped down heavily, his body sinking into the seat like it had taken all his energy just to walk in.

His eyes drifted to the flowers and cards that were neatly arranged on the tray beside Jey’s bed. They were thoughtful gestures from friends, family, and fans, but Jon couldn’t bring himself to care about them. What good were flowers when his brother was fighting for his life? What good were cards filled with hopeful messages when Jey wasn’t even awake to read them?

Jon swallowed hard, the words he needed to say catching in his throat. He reached out and gently touched one of the flower petals, his fingers trembling slightly as he did.

“Jey…” Jon began, his voice low and raw. “I don’t regret any of this. I don’t regret Rhea, not in any way, shape, or form.”

The truth of his words hit him like a punch to the gut, and before he could stop it, a tear slipped down his cheek. He tried to hold it together, but the weight of everything—the guilt, the fear, the helplessness—was too much to bear.

“If she wasn’t in the picture, maybe none of this would’ve happened,” Jon choked out, his voice breaking as he finally gave in to the tears that had been threatening to spill over for awhile now . “Maybe… maybe you wouldn’t be lying here right now.”

Jon wiped at his face, but the tears wouldn’t stop. His chest tightened as sobs started to escape, and for the first time in years, Jon let himself break down completely. He stood up, pacing to the other side of the room, his emotions spiraling out of control as he looked at the flowers and the cards, symbols of hope that suddenly felt so hollow.

“Why do you always gotta play the hero, Jey?” Jon shouted through his sobs, his voice shaking with emotion. He turned back to Jey, his eyes pleading. “Why? Why can’t you just let someone else take the hit? Why do you always have to be the one to sacrifice?”

Jon dropped back into the chair, his hands covering his face as the sobs racked his body. He had been strong for too long, carrying the burden of being the responsible one, the one everyone leaned on. But now, he was tired. He couldn’t carry it all anymore.

“I need you to stop, bro,” Jon said, his voice barely a whisper as he looked at Jey’s motionless form. “When you wake up—and you are gonna wake up—I need you to stop being Jey Uso.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he spoke to his twin, his other half. “I need you to be Joshua Fatu. Just you, man. Just my brother.”

Jon reached into his pocket and pulled out the small silver bracelet, his fingers brushing over the smooth surface as he held it in his palm. “Remember this?” Jon asked softly, his voice cracking again. “This was the first piece of jewelry I ever bought with my first WWE paycheck. You laughed at me for getting something so simple, but I wanted you to have it.”

Jon stood up and gently took Jey’s wrist, his movements careful as he slid the bracelet on, next to the permanent matching bracelet Jey shared with Rhea. The two bracelets clinked softly against each other, a small sound that echoed in the quiet room.

Jon stepped back and admired the way the dainty silver bracelet looked next to the ula fala Joe had placed on Jey earlier. The items felt like anchors—physical symbols of the love and history that tied them all together, even in this moment of uncertainty.

“When you wake up,” Jon whispered, his voice filled with determination, “I’ll be here. I’ll always be here to protect you. Because that’s what a big brother does.”

Jon sat back down, the weight of his words settling over him like a heavy blanket. He reached out and placed his hand on Jey’s, squeezing it gently as if willing his brother to respond, to give him a sign that he was still there, still fighting.

“I got you, Uce,” Jon said, his voice steady now. “Just wake up.”

4:38 PM

As Jon exited the hospital room, Joseph stood outside the door, his heart pounding. He had been delaying this moment, allowing everyone else to visit Jey first, thinking perhaps it would become easier as the hours dragged on. But now, it was time. Their father, Solofa, had insisted that Joseph needed to talk to his brother, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread building in his chest.

Taking a deep breath, Joseph walked into the dimly lit room, his footsteps echoing softly against the sterile tile. The sight of Jey, lying motionless in the hospital bed, struck him like a physical blow. The beeping of the machines felt louder than ever, a constant reminder of how fragile life was. He paused, swallowing hard as he felt the weight of the moment settle heavily on his shoulders.

Joseph sat down in the chair that had been pulled up to the side of the bed. He felt lost for words, truthfully not knowing it would hurt this much to see his brother like this. The gravity of the situation bore down on him, and he could feel the tears threatening to spill over.

“Jey,” he began, his voice shaking slightly. “Remember when you said you wanted me to finish college before I got into wrestling? Well, look at me now.” A bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he glanced at Jey, whose face was eerily still. “I’m the only one with a college degree, and I probably paid my student loans quicker than anyone else in the entire country.”

He paused, trying to gauge if Jey could hear him, if he could somehow feel the sincerity in Joseph’s words. “You always told me to work hard, to provide for my wife and kids. Look where that got me… I’m missing work to be here with you.”

As he spoke, the emotions he had kept bottled up for so long began to spill over. The tears streamed down his face, and he couldn’t hold them back any longer. “When Dad told me he was disowning you… I was devastated, Jey. I didn’t want that. When I found out why, I couldn’t believe it. But then I remembered what you told me—you can’t help who you fall in love with.”

He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to regain his composure, but the sobs came unbidden. “I know you and Rhea… it’s complicated. But I wouldn’t have Almia if I hadn’t taken your advice. You always said to follow my heart, and I did. And I’m so grateful for that.”

Clearing his throat, Joseph took a deep breath, focusing on the love he felt for his brother. “I’m not going to bash Rhea. I just… everything hurts, seeing you like this.” His voice cracked, the pain evident in every word. “When you wake up, you need to be the best middle brother again. I used to call you that when we were kids, remember? The best middle brother. I miss you, Jey. I need you back.”

With a gentle kiss to Jey’s forehead, Joseph let the warmth linger before reluctantly pulling away. He stood up, giving one last look at his brother before stepping out of the room. The weight of everything—guilt, love, and fear—settled heavily on him as he made his way through the hospital corridors, his heart aching with every step.

When he finally reached the parking lot, Joseph climbed into his rental car, staring blankly at the hospital that loomed before him. He sat there for a moment, the silence enveloping him, and then the dam broke.

Joseph buried his face in his hands and let the tears flow freely, the sobs shaking his entire body. It wasn’t just Jey who was hurting; it was the entire family. The bond they shared felt stretched thin, and the uncertainty of Jey’s future made everything feel impossibly heavy.

He sat in the car, letting the cries escape him, hoping that somehow, somewhere, Jey could hear him. “Please, just come back,” he whispered into the emptiness. “Please.”

5:41 PM

Solofa walked through the halls of the hospital, his heart heavy with a mix of hope and despair. He had witnessed many battles in the ring, but nothing could prepare him for the fight his son, Jey, was currently facing. With each step, he replayed the thoughts racing through his mind, aware that he had a lot to say but unsure if he could articulate it all.

He paused at the door to Jey’s room, taking a deep breath before opening it. The sight of Jey lying still in the hospital bed filled him with a familiar ache. He took the seat next to his son, the weight of fatherhood pressing heavily on him. Pulling out a Kit Kat from his pocket, he contemplated the irony of choosing chocolate—something he had never cared for—especially since Snickers was Jey’s favorite.

As he sat there, he thought back to the unexpected gift basket he had received just a few weeks earlier. He had never anticipated that the woman who had so recently entered their lives would do something so thoughtful. Solofa unwrapped the Kit Kat, taking a bite and letting the chocolate melt in his mouth.

“I didn’t tell you what your fiancée did,” he said, his voice strained. He stared at Jey, wishing for a response. But all he had was silence.

He began to recount the story, allowing the memory to wash over him. “I was standing on the beach at my old house when I received this gift basket. Inside was a bag of mini Kit Kats, a murder mystery book, a variety sampler of coffee, a pair of socks, and a definitive history edition of pro wrestling.” Solofa could still picture the card that had accompanied the basket, and he retrieved it from his pocket to read it aloud.

“‘Dear Mr. Fatu, I hope this custom gift basket arrived in time. I’m ordering this in September because I see that you and I share the same birthday! My fellow Libra! I included some things you might like and some things that we can share common ground on. Jey said you don’t like chocolate, but I know one thing: no one can resist a Kit Kat. It’s my favorite. I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I want you to know that your son and I are forever. It sounds stupid, and you probably don’t want to hear it, but I say what I believe is correct. I can’t thank you enough for the Haka you performed for me. I know it wasn’t hard to accept me as a future daughter-in-law, but I want you to know that I have much respect for you. I hope you can attend future holidays with me and Jey. If you like the Kit Kat, I recommend trying the Big Kit Kat bar. More wafers. With love, Demi aka Rhea.’”

Solofa couldn’t help but smile through his pain as he recalled the sincerity in Rhea’s words. She had reached out to him, a sign of her commitment not just to Jey but to their family. Before he knew it, he had finished the Kit Kat, a symbolic gesture of the sweetness that had entered their lives.

He turned to Jey, desperation creeping into his voice. “I need you to wake up, son. A parent is never supposed to bury their child. You’ve always been the strong one, the hero. But now, I need you to be my son again. You have so much ahead of you—Rhea, your kids… us. You can’t leave us like this. You have to fight.”

His voice cracked as the tears he had held back began to fall. “Please, Jey. Fight for all of us. We’re here for you. I’m here for you.” He reached out, resting a hand on Jey’s arm, feeling the warmth of his skin against his own. “You’ve always been my pride and joy. You’ve given me so much to be proud of. I can’t imagine a world without you in it.”

Solofa took a moment, gathering himself, trying to remain strong. “When you wake up, I promise to be the father you deserve. I’ll support you and Rhea, no matter what it takes. Just come back to us, son. We need you.”

With those final words, Solofa leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on Jey’s forehead before sitting back in his chair, the hope in his heart battling against the fear that threatened to consume him. All he could do was wait and pray for the moment when Jey would finally open his eyes and come back to them.

8:26 PM

Jey sat on an empty beach, the sky above a soft gradient of blues and pinks as the day neared its end. The waves crashed violently against the shore, their rhythmic sound filling the air, yet somehow, he felt at peace. He gazed down at his traditional Samoan attire—the lavalava wrapped around his waist, his bare chest adorned with his tattoos symbolizing strength and family, and an all-white lei draped around his neck. It felt natural, like a piece of his soul was tied to this moment.

In his hand, he held a coconut, sipping the sweet water through a carved hole. The sun was warm, and the sand beneath him shifted slightly as he moved to get more comfortable. The world seemed perfect here. Untouched, serene.

A soft rustling beside him caught his attention. He looked over, and there was Rhea. Her belly was round, stretching the fabric of her beautiful, traditional Samoan dress, the puletasi. She wore a white sei, the flower tucked behind her ear as her dark hair flowed within the wind. Her dark hair had grown past her shoulders and it was now at her waist. She was glowing—her entire being radiated beauty and strength, a reflection of everything he loved about her.

She was practically about to pop, and Jey couldn’t help but smile. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips, feeling the warmth of her love wash over him. As they pulled apart, Rhea let out a soft gasp, her hand instinctively moving to her belly.

“Are you okay?” Jey asked, concern flickering in his eyes as he leaned closer, his hand immediately finding its place on her stomach.

Rhea smiled through the discomfort, her eyes twinkling as she rubbed her belly. “Our son is kicking the hell out of me,” she chuckled, though it was clear the kicks were strong.

Jey grinned, leaning down to place a kiss on her belly. “Guess he’s getting a head start on his superkicks,” he joked, his voice full of pride.

The two of them shared a laugh, their bond as solid as the ground beneath their feet. In this moment, everything was as it should be. Jey’s heart swelled with love, and he turned to Rhea, his eyes softening as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“How did I get so lucky?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the awe in his tone evident.

Rhea smiled, her hand caressing his face, the love she felt for him mirrored in her eyes. “You pursued me, remember?” she teased, her lips curving into a soft smirk.

Jey’s heart fluttered, recalling the early days of their relationship—how he couldn’t resist her, how he had fought to be with her despite the odds. She was his everything, the missing piece to his puzzle, and now they were about to start a family together. It felt too perfect, too good to be true.

“Yeah, I guess I did,” Jey said with a grin. He placed his hand over hers on her belly, feeling the strong kicks of their son. “Our boy’s already a fighter, just like his mama.”

Rhea chuckled, but her eyes softened as she looked at him. “He’s got his daddy’s heart, though,” she whispered, her words carrying a depth of meaning.

Jey closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the moment—the waves, the warmth, the love surrounding him. It was everything he had ever wanted. But a nagging feeling tugged at the back of his mind, something he couldn’t quite place.

He looked back at Rhea, her form glowing against the backdrop of the setting sun, and for a moment, everything was perfect. But that nagging feeling wouldn’t go away, and as the waves continued to crash violently against the shore, Jey couldn’t help but wonder if this was truly real or if it was something else entirely.

Before he could linger on the thought, he felt Rhea’s hand tighten around his, grounding him. For now, he chose to stay in this moment, letting the warmth of her love and the promise of their future together anchor him to this dream-like reality.

“Do you want this to be real?”

Jey’s brow furrowed as Rhea’s question hung in the air. Her voice was soft but insistent, cutting through the peaceful sounds of the beach.

“Do you want this to be real?” she asked again, her eyes searching his, filled with a depth of emotion he couldn’t quite place.

Jey blinked, confused. He looked around at the serene beach, the crashing waves, and Rhea, glowing beside him with their unborn son. It was real, wasn’t it?

“What do you mean?” Jey asked, his voice uncertain as he glanced between her and the endless ocean. His grip on her hand tightened, suddenly feeling like he was holding on to something he didn’t want to lose. “This is real… isn’t it?”

Rhea’s smile faltered, her eyes softening as she placed her other hand over his. She leaned closer, her voice lowering, more serious. “Jey… you need to wake up.”

His heart skipped a beat, and he could feel something shift, a strange unease crawling under his skin. The beach didn’t feel quite as real anymore—the sky too perfect, the air too warm, the waves too rhythmic. He looked into Rhea’s eyes, and for the first time, he noticed a deep sadness in them.

“Wake up?” Jey repeated, confusion turning into a slight panic. “Rhea, I don’t understand. What’s happening?”

Rhea held his gaze, her expression pained yet gentle. “You need to wake up,” she repeated softly, her voice filled with both love and urgency.

Jey’s mind raced, trying to make sense of her words. This place—this perfect beach, this perfect moment—it was everything he’d ever wanted. But as the seconds ticked by, the lines between reality and dream began to blur.

His heart thudded in his chest as Rhea’s words sank in deeper. Something was wrong. Something wasn’t right.

He looked down at her, at their baby bump, at the white lei around his neck, and then back at her face. Slowly, realization began to dawn on him. This wasn’t real. This was something else—somewhere else.

“Rhea…,” Jey whispered, his voice trembling, “What’s happening? Where am I?”

Rhea’s hand caressed his cheek, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “You’re with me right now, but you’re not here,” she said softly. “I need you to come back. I need you to wake up, Jey.”

Jey felt a lump form in his throat as the world around him began to shift—the colors fading, the waves slowing. Panic surged through him, and he held onto Rhea’s hand tighter, not wanting to let go.

“But… I don’t want to leave,” he said, his voice breaking. “I don’t want to lose this. I don’t want to lose you.”

Rhea smiled sadly, leaning in to press her forehead against his. “You won’t lose me,” she whispered. “But you have to wake up, Jey. You have to come back to me.”

The sound of the ocean grew distant, and Jey’s heart pounded harder. He wasn’t ready to leave. He wasn’t ready for this to end. But as Rhea’s words echoed in his mind, the truth became harder to ignore.

This wasn’t real.

The waves, the sand, the coconut in his hand—all of it was slipping away. And Rhea, the woman he loved, the mother of his child, was begging him to wake up.

Jey closed his eyes, his heart aching as he whispered back, “Okay… I’ll try.”

The last thing he felt was the warmth of Rhea’s hand on his cheek, and then, the world around him began to fade to black.

[anonymousewrites]

Pearl of the Sea Chapter Twenty-Five

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Five: Freeing Calypso

Summary: It is time for the pirates to do as they promised and free Calypso.

            “We’ll need to use the Black Pearl as a flagship to lead the attack,” said Elizabeth, helped onto the ship by Will. (Y/N) and Barbossa climbed up after.

            (Y/N) was still frustrated at Jack being locked up, but they were privately determined to help him escape (and then let someone chew him out for his ridiculous plans. Maybe they should do that).

            “Oh, will we now?” said Barbossa, grinning and waving a hand to the pirates. In his other hand, he twirled the piece of silver and beads that he had cut from Jack’s hair.

            In front of them, several pulled ropes, and Tia Dalma was guided on deck. She was wrapped in ropes, unable to move freely, and the pirates were keeping their distance as much as possible.

            “Alright, Mrs. Fish, come on,” said Pintel.

            Tia Dalma’s gaze was dark, but she had her chin raised proudly.

            (Y/N) moved towards her. “Why is she tied up? You shouldn’t treat her like that—”

            Will grabbed (Y/N) and pulled them back, worried about what the goddess of the sea may do to the kid. Instead, though, Tia Dalma looked at (Y/N) with a fond glint in her gaze. Out of all the people present, (Y/N) had the most honest respect of her. She appreciated it.

            “Barbossa, you can’t release her,” said Will, keeping his hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder.

            Barbossa rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. Pirates raised their pistols and pointed at Will, who was still a traitor. Elizabeth saw the danger and pulled (Y/N) to her while Will stood stiff and still.

            “We need to give Jack a chance,” said Elizabeth.

            “He may be trying to play three sides at once, but he deserves a chance to escape the brig of the Dutchman,” said (Y/N). “And then we can let Calypso go free, but we need to give Jack a few minutes.”

            They saw Tia Dalma as a person to respect and honor where the pirates saw a weapon. Tia Dalma knew that if (Y/N) asked to be given a few minutes, she’d acquiesce. They said “go free” not “release.” (Y/N) But no one was going to let them ask her—foolish pirates that they were—so she’d be releasing her strength as soon as she could.

            “Apologies, laddie. Too long my fate has not been in me own hands,” said Barbossa. He grabbed the necklace around Elizabeth’s neck—Sao Feng’s “piece of eight.” “No longer.” He pulled it off.

            Barbossa walked towards Ragetti, who held the bowl of seven pieces of eight. He dropped in Jack’s and Elizabeth’s. Tia Dalma stared at the bowl, feeling the magic radiating from it, the keys to her freedom.

            “Be there some manner of rite or incantation?” said Gibbs.

            “Aye,” said Barbossa. “The items brought together, done. Items to be burned—” Ragetti handed him a smoking stick and poured alcohol in the bowl. “—and someone must speak the words: ‘Calypso, I release you from your human bonds.’ ”

            “That’s it?” said Pintel.

            “’Tis said it must be spoken as if to one you love,” said Barbossa. He cleared his throat and raised the smoking staff. “Calypso! I release you from your human bonds!” He touched the smoking stick into the bowl, and the pieces of eight began to smolder.

            Tia Dalma closed her eyes expectantly. A beat passed. Nothing happened. Everyone looked at one another in confusion, and Tia Dalma opened her eyes to give Barbossa a threatening glare.

            “Is that it?” said Pintel.

            “He didn’t say it correctly,” said (Y/N). All eyes went to them, but (Y/N) kept their gaze on Tia Dalma.

            Her eyes had gone stormy as the pieces of eight smoldered before her, and (Y/N) could see the sea itself, feel its power in the air, and understand it was locked just beneath the surface of Tia Dalma’s human form.

            (Y/N) pushed Elizabeth’s arm off them and stepped forward. “He didn’t say it right,” said (Y/N) again.

            Tia Dalma smiled, and the magic in the air shifted. (Y/N) felt the itch under their skin grow, and as they moved closer, Tia Dalma’s eyes seemed to brighten. She stood straighter, and the stormy sea of her eyes tracked (Y/N)’s movements.

            “Calypso,” said (Y/N), feeling the sea air around them and the rise and fall of the waves. The single word held more care and respect than any other utterance of the name before now. This was (Y/N) speaking it, the nereid, the child who loved the sea more than anything else. This was a Child of the Sea looking at the woman who encapsulated it. “I release you from your human bonds.”

            Calypso’s eyes closed as the magic washed over her. The pieces of eight flamed to life, and everyone jumped back. The bowl floated in the air, and the fire burned within it, bright with magic. The pieces of eight turned to charred bits of dust, and the smoke spiraled up with a pale purple glow. Calypso breathed it in until there was none left.

            When she breathed out, and the ropes fell from her body, unable to resist the power of the being standing within them. Calypso opened her eyes and looked at everyone. Her gaze ended on (Y/N).

            “Child of the Sea,” said Calypso, raising a hand to touch (Y/N)’s cheek. “Thank you, my child.” She spoke quietly, the words carrying to (Y/N) like the tide.

            (Y/N) felt the itch under their skin surge to the surface under Calypso’s touch, and they gasped at the feeling.

            “Calypso,” said Will, nervous at how close the goddess was to (Y/N). “When the Brethren Court imprisoned you, who was it that told them how? Who was it that betrayed you?”

            Calypso’s gaze sharpened as it went to Will. “Name him.”

            “Davy Jones,” said Will.

            Pain crossed Calypso’s gaze, and the hand on (Y/N)’s cheek trembled. The betrayal of the one who held her heart cut deeply. She had not known the extent of her loss.

            “I’m sorry,” said (Y/N) quietly.

            Calypso looked at (Y/N), and a smile appeared on her face through the heartbreak. “I shall make him sorry for his betrayal.”

            (Y/N) swallowed at the dark tone. They knew Calypso was a goddess and would do as she pleased, but… “Jack, my…friend, he’s on the Dutchman. Will you-Will you spare him?”

            Calypso gaze softened once more. “I am the sea. I face all with equal power.” She smiled. “But you, too, deserve your freedom. Take it and protect those who have earned your ferocity.” She kissed (Y/N)’s forehead. “Dear nereid, I release you from these human bonds.”

            The itch beneath (Y/N)’s skin turned to a burn. It spread through them, and they gasped before letting out a cry. Calypso smoothed a hand over their cheek, (Y/N)’s eyes rolled into their head, and they collapsed into unconsciousness.

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Many years ago…

            “What’s this?”

            A young (Y/N) was floating in the waves—or were they the waves? Both felt true—and heard voices around them.

            “It’s the Caribbean.”

            (Y/N) tried to move, but their consciousness felt too dispersed. It was easier to just feel the minds around them—separate from their own but very similar.

            “I thought the Caribbean already had—”

            “They died when the islands were conquered and the seas were no longer respected.”

            “Ah.”

            “Con…quered?” (Y/N) spoke, somehow. The word bubbled up from them and coasted with the current to the minds around them. The word felt dirty, and they were glad it was gone.

            “They’re awakening.”

            “I wonder why.”

            (Y/N) was confused. Out of the seven fragments they’d heard, all the voices felt mixed together. It could be any number of beings around them. But they didn’t feel afraid. They felt at home.

            “Awaken…?” Again, (Y/N) felt the word float into the water.

            “A new nereid of the Caribbean,” mused one of the voices.

            “But why? Calypso isn’t here, how are the waves coming alive?”

            Calypso. The name felt important, powerful. (Y/N) knew Calypso meant something to who they were—what they were.

            “The Caribbean must want to be free.”

            “There must be quite the fighting spirit to create its own nereid.”

            Nereid. That’s what I am. They knew it the moment the word came out.

            “We should protect the Caribbean.”

            “I agree. If enough magic has collected to bring it to life again, they need to be sheltered.”

            “But how do we protect the Caribbean?”

            “I’m…(Y/N).”

            There was a pause in the conversation, but (Y/N) felt bubbles float up around them like laughs.

            “If that is the name you choose, then so be it.”

            “Then, (Y/N) must be sheltered.”

            “How?”

            “Bind them.”

            “To humanity?”

            “What a terrible fate.”

            “You cannot be serious.”

            “If they are separated from the Caribbean as much as possible, then its subjugation will not lead to another nereid’s death.”

            “It feels cruel to remove them from it.”

            “There are ways to return. As they grow stronger, so will the pull to the sea. They will find who they are.”

            “And until then they are left empty of the magic they were born from?”

            “Until then, they will be able to fight against being conquered in a way we cannot. And, then, one day, they will be able to fight for all the seas alongside it. They will be able to fight for freedom.”

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            (Y/N)’s eyes opened, and they sat up with a gasp. Their skin was on fire. Around them, the sea was still calm, and the wind was only a light breeze. As soon as they looked around, though, the wind picked up.

            “(Y/N),” said Elizabeth in relief, helping them stand.

            “You’re alright,” said Will in relief, watching from where he was restrained.

            (Y/N) stood properly and raised their head. The sun filtering through the growing cloud-cover hit them, and the adults stared. The pirates gasped, whispered, and stumbled back. The more trusted adults of (Y/N)’s life stared with wide eyes at them.

            Their skin had parted and now reflected a pearlescent shine. Across their cheeks, collarbone, and arms, scales peaked out from the skin. (Y/N) stared at the scales and ran a hand over them. The itch that had been present all their life—all their human life—was gone. The pearly, silvered scales had finally burst free, and with them (Y/N) had.

            “(Y/N)…are you…alright?” said Will, now debating whether they were.

            A smile spread across (Y/N)’s face. “I feel amazing.”

            “A mermaid!”

            “A siren!”

            “Monster!”

            “Witch!”

            Several pirates grabbed for their weapons, afraid of the being who stood before them. After watching Calypso turn into crabs and pinch at them all before abandoning them in the sea, they didn’t want to take any more chances with magical beings.

            (Y/N) rolled their eyes and ignored them. If they tried anything, (Y/N) could and would handle them. They instead faced their family.

            “Where is Calypso?” said (Y/N).

            “She became crabs and abandoned us,” said Will bitterly.

            “Our only hope failed us,” said Barbossa.

            “There is no such thing as a single hope,” said (Y/N). They looked at Elizabeth. “King. How would you have us act?”

            Elizabeth raised her chin. “I would have us fight, Calypso or not.”

            “At least someone here has spirit,” said (Y/N). “It’s what the Caribbean and all seas need.” They looked at all the pirates. “So, the question is, what are all of you going to have? Are you going to have cowardice in your hearts and let your deaths be steeped in shame?” The pirates’ gazes lowered. (Y/N) stepped onto the rail of the Black Pearl and held onto a rope. “Or are you going to make sure that when they write of our battle they know it was one of brave, free people fighting against tyranny?”

            Elizabeth grinned and stepped up next to (Y/N). “The Brethren will be looking to us, the Black Pearl, to lead. They will see free men and freedom! And what the enemy will see is the flash of our cannons. They will hear the ring of our swords, and they will know what we can do. By the sweat of our brows and the strength of our backs and the courage of our hearts.” She looked at (Y/N).

            They gazed out at the gathered group. The wind whipped around them, and storm clouds rolled in. The waves rolled around them and splashed up behind them. “Gentlemen,” said (Y/N). “Hoist the colors.”

            Elizabeth nodded firmly. “Hoist the colors.”

            “Hoist the colors!” said Will.

            “Hoist the colors!” said Pintel.

            “Aye,” said Gibbs. “The wind’s on our side, boys! That’s all we need.”

            Everyone cheered and raised their weapons.

            “Hoist the colors!” shouted Elizabeth to the other pirate ships, and the shout went up through the Brethren Court fleet.

            The flags went up, and the sails came down. Roars and whoops and cheers were going through the pirate army, ready to face the British at any cost.

            Barbossa, Will, Elizabeth, and (Y/N) stood at the helm of the Black Pearl. Together, they looked out over the sea towards the East India Trading Company.

            Above them, a storm began to collect, the one that had started since (Y/N) awoke. Around them, the ships began to list as the waves grew. Thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed. The wind picked up. (Y/N) tasted the salt on the air and grinned, the wildness caged within them finally in the world around them. The rain began to fall, and (Y/N) closed their eyes to let it fall across their scales, joyful at the water.

            “Calypso’s not gone,” said (Y/N).

            Elizabeth, Barbossa, and Will looked at them. (Y/N) turned away and stood on the rail of the Pearl. They faced the group and grinned.

            “And we have everything we need,” they said.

            “(Y/N)?” said Elizabeth.

            (Y/N) tipped backwards and fell into the water below in a streak of silver scales.

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RonToto investigating a home burglary but the victims are a married couple with 3 three daughters. Toto gets roped into princess tea time with them somehow, and all that runs through Ron’s head while staring at the beautiful sight that is Toto in a tiara and numerous beaded necklaces is “Gonna clear my name. Gonna make it through this. Gonna build a home with that man right there.” All before he can even deduce WHY seeing this level of wholesome and familial domesticity from his (work) partner makes him soooo damn happy

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Hi, how are you? Can you write Nat x Reader, where yn and her met and Nat gave her a necklace she made and then Yn decided to make one for Nat too, but you know they took Nat to the red room, yn always missed nat, even kept the necklace and made it a rope bracelet or something because it was getting smaller for her to wear it.

For Nat, she made something similar and always was looking at people because she thought there was a possibility that her friend did the same as her.

So one day, yn was working at a café and Nat went there to have a coffee and she told her order, she saw the bracelet and ask her about it, and then they were crying for finally find each other again

The necklace

Y/N: 9/23 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Y/N!" Natasha whisper calls, making her friend turn around.

Y/N and Natasha have been best friends ever since Natasha and her family moved right to the next house.

Natasha knows this will have to end one day, but deep down she hopes it won't. Her friendship with Y/N is one of the few real things in her life and it gives her hope that maybe one day she'll be living a normal life.

"Hey, Nat" Y/N smiles after spotting her best friend, jumping off of the swing and walking closer to Natasha.

"I have something for you. Close your eyes and give me your hand" Natasha smiles on which Y/N furrows her brows but does as her best friend said.

"It's not a spider, right?" Y/N asks, making Natasha let out a chuckle.

"No, it's not a spider" The blue haired girl assures, placing a necklace she made into Y/N's palm on which the younger girl opens her eyes immediately. "I made you a necklace" Natasha says, nervously watching Y/N's reaction.

"It's so pretty! I love it!" Y/N smiles widely which makes Natasha relax and return the smile. "Thank you! Can you help me to put it on?"

"Sure… Y/N, I want you to know that you'll be my best friend forever. No matter if we live right next to each other or on the other side of the world" Natasha tells her best friend honestly, but before Y/N can respond, Melina interrupts their conversation.

"Natalia! Dinner!" Melina calls from the other garden.

"Okay, I gotta go. See you later" Natasha smiles, giving Y/N a quick hug before disappearing.

Y/N smiles, placing her hand on the necklace before getting an idea. She rushes home and straight to her room, immediately searching through her drawers to find some beads.

Once the beads are found, the young girl immediately gets into making a necklace for Natasha. Just like for the older girl, this friendship means everything to Y/N.

The necklace making gets interrupted when Y/N's mom calls the girl for dinner. She wants to give Natasha the necklace today though, so they could match tomorrow, so she eats the dinner as quickly as possible and rushes to finish the necklace.

Luckily, it's not that late when Y/N finishes making the necklace and with a huge smile on her face she walks to the next house where Natasha lives.

Her eyes widen though when she finds there a few police cars. She walks to the first police officer, worried something happened to her best friend.

"What happened? Is Natalia okay?" The girl asks, her eyes filling with tears when the police officer tells her they most definitely won't come back…

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14 years later…

Ever since the day Y/N lost her best friend, the now adult has never made a single step without having the necklace she made for Natasha in her pocket or bag.

The necklace Natasha made for her has turned into bracelet over the years, but that doesn't change the fact it's Y/N's favorite piece of jewelry she owns. Y/N still hopes that one day she'll have the opportunity to give her best friend the necklace she made for her.

Y/N has been living in New York for a few years already. She moved here for university, but that has never stopped her in finding her friend. Wherever she goes, she looks on people and hopes Natasha does the same, that maybe one day they could find each other that way.

The girl sighs, checking up the time on her watch. She's nearly done with her shift at a café where she works. It's been such a long day with so many annoying customers. She just can't wait to go back to her apartment and straight to bed.

"What can I get you?" Y/N asks without lifting her eyes to look at the customer, worried it'll be someone rude again.

"Black coffee, please" The woman answers politely which makes Y/N relax a little bit.

"Mhm. Anything else?" Y/N questions, looking up at the women after a few seconds of no answer. "Are you okay?" She asks the woman who seems to be deep in thoughts.

"I. Hm. Y-Yeah. Sorry, I just… Where did you get that bracelet?" The redhead asks, staring at the piece of jewelry wrapped around Y/N's wrist.

"… Nat?" Y/N questions, her voice full of hope.

"Y/N, I… is that you?" Natasha asks shocked, not believing her own eyes.

"I've missed you so much" The younger girl admits, tears already filling her eyes.

"I've missed you too" Natasha says honestly, tears also forming in her eyes.

"I-I have something for you" Y/N remembers and walks to Natasha. "Close your eyes and give me your hand" She repeats the words Natasha told her a while ago, tears escaping both girls' eyes.

"It's not a spider, right?" The redhead plays along, making Y/N chuckle.

As the necklace is now way too small to actually be a necklace, Y/N wraps it around Natasha's wrist just like she wears hers now. The redhead smiles in response when she opens her eyes.

"I made it right after you gave me mine. I went to give it to you that evening, but you were gone… Please don't do that ever again" The younger girl sobs out, wrapping her arms around Natasha and hugging her tightly.

It takes a moment for Natasha until she wraps her arms around the crying younger girl. It's been a few years since she hugged someone. Actually, beside her sister Yelena, the last person she hugged was her best friend 14 years ago, so it's understandable that it caught her off guard when Y/N pulled her in for a hug.

"I'm sorry, Y/N/N. I won't leave you again, I promise" Natasha whispers, tears running down her cheeks.

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I'm not particularly religious, but I've wanted a rosary for as long as I can remember. I was wondering if you had any advice for picking out a rosary? I want it to be something special, I want it to be something I wear 24/7. I didn't know if there were any specific qualities I should be looking for? I guess I'm just curious how you came about your rosary and what it means to you.

there are a lot of ways to get rosaries-- online, in a catholic goods store, at a gift shop at a church or mission, and even sometimes, if you're lucky, people leave them as gifts at shrines and such. i have a plastic one that means a lot to me bc i found it offered up outside a shrine to our lady of Guadalupe by a random tourist!

i know you said you're not religious, but i recommend taking a moment to sit and ask yourself why you want a rosary. what does it mean to you? how can you use it in your daily life? if having it on you is meaningful, why is that? you don't have to pray about it if you dont want to, of course, but some introspection would be really useful. take some time with yourself. these are prayer tools that are very important to many people-- why do you want to join them?

other than that, my biggest advice is to buy one in person. 100%. that way you can feel the weight, see if you like the material, how sturdy it is (i break mine. a lot). you can see if you like rope knots, wood beads, crystal beads. if you like wire or chain connecting the beads, or cord. which colors look best. it really, really is useful to take your time, touch them, and really think about what you want. rosaries can get expensive, so have a price tag in mind!

of course, i have to ask-- when you say 'wear', what do you mean? i keep a rosary in my pocket a lot, but i don't 'wear' it as a necklace. i do have a bracelet that doubles as a rosary, but 90% of the time, you don't 'wear' them. They're a prayer tool, not jewelry, and unless you are on your way to church or something, i don't see anyone wear them on their body. have it on them, absolutely, but not very visibly. these are prayer tools, not something you show off, if that makes sense?

as for me: i see it as both a prayer tool and a way to connect myself with God. When i hold my rosaries, the weight of them reminds me of how close God is. When I pray it, I often fall asleep or my mind wanders, but the feeling of the beads, the smell of the metal, the weight, it grounds me. When i see how beautiful it is (bc lbr i like flashy rosaries), it reminds me God is beautiful. my new one is designed around Eucharistic adoration because I feel i need a reminder to treasure the Eucharist, and looking at it is a constant, beautiful reminder. It is, at the end of the day, just a tool. but it's a beautiful one that a cherish.

Did that help at all?

[predalien]

Not so much of an ask but it can be;

The human mate of a yautja turns out to be quite the pup magnet with the amount of mom/cool aunt vibes she gives off. The little shits, albeit adorable, are always messing with her hair, the babies (who are born blind, something she learned during her time at the village with the mothers) that some of the mothers in the clan allow her to hold like to pat her cheeks and mouth and click and chirp in confusion when they can’t find her mandibles (they probably think she’s deformed and ugly as sun lol), and the older like to play fight her and she always gives them one of her braided bracelets or beaded necklaces but that only encourages the others.

Back on earth, she was a gymnast and did aerial silk rope dancing, something that really hasn’t changed since meeting her mate and coming to Yautja Prime as she still practices. Some of the mothers of the clan have taken noticed and even asked her to teach their pups, which she wholeheartedly accepted.

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[alyssapothecary]

Maysilee, Asterid, and necklaces

All the descriptions of chemicals and sweet scents and tiny bottles associated with Asterid March, and one of Maysilee's necklaces that she wears in the arena has a heart-shaped glass perfume vial.

When we see Maysilee on the ride to the Capitol, she's "staring out the train window, her fingers entwined in the strands of a half-dozen necklaces." When she's dying in the arena, her wounded hand "curls up and rests in her nest of necklaces."

The heart-shaped apothecary vial necklace. The locket with the picture of her grandmother. The beads she gave Louella. Those half-dozen necklaces she wears to the reaping are how she keeps her dear ones with her in spirit, how she keeps her heart strong and her head high.

Suddenly, my mother snatched the rope necklaces away and was yelling at my father. (MJ, CH 9)

This is where I really got the money for the goat, but I tell Peeta I sold an old silver locket of my mother’s. That can’t hurt anyone. (THG, Ch 20).

I wonder if Asterid snatched those rope necklaces away from her daughters because the association hurt double for her. If she went and searched through her belongings for that old locket even though she knew the real story because it had been a birthday gift from Maysilee.

Because, as she is once again reminded when Peeta gifts Katniss with that medallion, necklaces have always symbolized love.